God is inherently unfair, some people are born beautiful and rich and have everything, while some people can only live in crowded and damp basements even if they struggle for decades. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

If, when you lose your soul, you can get the life you want, would you like to?

"Little beggar, do you want to make an exchange?"

Patches of gray-blue clouds shrouded the entire Night City in an inextricable oppression, and hideous lightning pierced the sky, and a storm followed.

At the end of the alley, the little beggar in ragged clothes sat in the corner, his head covered with a broken cardboard box, shivering—because of hunger and poverty, he was an adult, but he was as thin as a child.

He hadn't eaten for half a month, and if he could, he would rather live a life of abundance for just one day than endure this kind of suffering again.

He felt that he must be dying, so he hallucinated, how could a brightly dressed person appear in such a suburban slum?

Mo Nianning was dressed in a smoky gray cheongsam, embroidered with indigo patterns, holding a transparent umbrella in his hand, and asked the stinky little beggar in the corner condescendingly, obviously smiling, but his eyes were unusually cold, as if he was ...... Death.

"I can give you the life you want, at the cost of your soul. What do you think? Little beggar, such a deal, do you want to try it? ”

He...... Want to live?

"To ...... I'm going to...... I want to be fed and clothed, and I won't have to go hungry and cold again......"

If he loses his soul, he will no longer have to endure hunger and cold, even if it is only for one day, and yes, he will never want to continue such a dark and hopeless day.

"Your soul, I take it."

There seemed to be an irresistible magic in her voice, and the little beggar's eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and he gradually collapsed and fainted to the ground, with a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.

Human nature is greedy and lazy, if pie can fall from the sky, without hard work, without hard work, you can harvest all the life you want, then what is the exchange of souls?

These were the last words of her seventh "client" before her soul was harvested. She had always been confused as to why people would give up their souls for something fleeting, until that moment, she understood.

When I turned to leave, the rain still stopped, and the whole world was shrouded in a gray patch, and even the world reflected in the pond was black.

Is it the material that pollutes the human heart, or does the human heart destroy the world? Either way, we are all living in the real "City of Desire".

The four big words "soul pawnshop" hang in front of an old pawnshop, where there are only four employees up and down, but there is no boss, saying that it is a shop, but it is more like the home of these weirdos.

The one curled up in the sofa by the window and teasing the cat is Mo Nianning, the only female partner in the soul pawnshop. The facial features are not very stunning, but they are very delicate and attractive, and they can be called a nobody. It's just that she is an ice beauty, and she looks lukewarm to everyone, in the final analysis, doing things that take the souls of others, even if your heart is hot, it should be cold.

The man in the kitchen with an apron and a warm smile on his face is Du Sheng, who is almost always taking care of his precious potted plants or reading quietly with headphones on his headphones, except for the time when he goes out to "hunt". He takes care of everyone's diet and daily life, and he can be regarded as a male nanny here.

Bai Chen, the last of them to join the Soul Pawnshop, is always noisy, even when he works, he does it spontaneously, often causing unnecessary trouble, as for the "performance", it is only a little better than Mo Nianning.

There is another person, Li Tang, although he lives under the same roof, he can hardly be seen, but as long as he appears, he will add a huge income to the pawnshop's soul bank. No one knows how he did it.

The four of them have always done their own thing, and they don't interfere with each other. And Mo Nianning, as the employee with the worst "performance", has always harvested a third-class soul, and occasionally a second-class product appears.

The third-class product means that it is just a few humble souls, some dispensable ants in this huge night city, with minimalist desires, whether it is life or death, it will not have the slightest impact on the future of the night city.

"What about Li Tang?" When I got up in the morning, I saw three breakfasts on the table, and Bai Chen had a slice of bread in his mouth, shaking all over the hall.

Du Sheng took the trouble to beckon them to sit down for breakfast: "There are 'customers' in Litang who have already gone out. ”

There is no need to explain to know that Li Tang has always been the person they have here who is most focused on this job, and it is the opposite of Mo Nianning, he has always harvested first-class souls, and occasionally second-class.

"How is Ah Ning, are you going to come to the game?" It's really hard for him Bai Chen to be so energetic early in the morning.

Competitions? Then she will lose, and this harvest is still only third-class.

She doesn't like to get into trouble, if it weren't for someone coming to her door automatically, her goal would always be third-class, and it would be a great misfortune to have an employee like her who doesn't want to improve.

Under Du Sheng's gaze, after drinking the last sip of milk, Mo Nianning got up elegantly, tidied up her clothes and hat, walked a few steps and stopped, and glanced back at the two of them: "I also started work." ”

"Be careful on the road."

Du Sheng was used to saying the same thing to everyone who went out, sending everyone away one by one every day, and then waiting for them to come back at the end of the day, just like family.

There are still two hours left, and it will be seven days before I meet the little beggar.

Is it worth it for him to exchange his soul for seven days of glory and wealth?

I don't know when I started to have any fear about the harvest, maybe it's really because I'm used to it, and getting used to it is a terrible thing.

When you get something, you have to be prepared to lose it.

The so-called law of conservation of energy is almost what it means. After all, there is no superfluous good fortune and wealth in this world for charity.

Therefore, the harvest became a matter of course.

"She must be very decrepit today."

Du Sheng looked at her back and was stunned for a moment: "Where did you see it?" ”

Bai Chen shook his fingers in a foolish manner: "Intuition." ”

As soon as the words fell, a fruit knife fell less than two centimeters in Bai Chen's hand, and at the same time, there was a cold female voice: "Take care of your mouth." ”

"The accuracy has improved again, this time at 1.4 centimeters." Du Sheng has long been accustomed to this situation, and smiled after the god mended the knife.

Bai Chen's whole face darkened, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times: "Mo Nianning!" What kind of knife do you carry when you go out? ”

The whole pawnshop trembled twice at the shout.

Ah, it's a beautiful day again~

The dove of peace flew by, but what was left behind was not peace, and for Night City, there will be another explosive news today - the accidental death of the son of the wealthy Li Qiusheng.

"No...... No, I don't want to die yet, please, give me another week, or a day...... One day is ......"

She had seen such a scene countless times, and she had long been numb.

People are always like this, once they have it, they want more...... More...... What really can't be filled is always human desire.

Turning the cork of the collection bottle, the soul of the "little beggar" suddenly poured out of his eyes, ears and mouth at the same time, and his mouth opened wide, but he could not make any sound.

It's over.

"Don't move, put your hands up!" (To be continued.) )